"Ah, sorry, that was a complete mistake."
Chen Hao quickly let go of his grip, apologizing to the person on the ground with an embarrassed expression.
As soon as he released his hold, the person on the ground immediately took a few deep breaths, followed by a bout of coughing.
The one he had pinned on the ground was none other than Meng Yiyi, who had just been waiting outside for a long time.
"You, you...won't you get up?" After her breathing eased, Meng Yiyi's face turned red as she pushed against Chen Hao with both hands.
The position of the two of them was far from harmonious, with the woman underneath the man, their bodies pressed tightly together, and their heads so close that their breaths mingled.
Chen Hao was inhaling the pleasant fragrance emanating from Meng Yiyi, and his body immediately reacted, with that thing rising like a newly erected Mongolian yurt.
Only after sensing Meng Yiyi pushing him did Chen Hao quickly stand up.
